Friday, June 24, 2011

For those who don't know, Curt fell off a porch roof yesterday afternoon while at work, resulting in a trip to the ER, EKG's, x-rays, IV, etc. While at first the doctors thought he broke a rib (due to the pain Curt had when breathing), they were actually fine. He didn't even have any head, neck, or back injuries. Not even bruising! He did, however, dislocate and break his left wrist.

Again, he fell off a roof and walked away with a broken wrist.

I don't know what you think, but that could only be God. There happened to be a dirt pile at the bottom of this roof, and Curt happened to land in that pile instead of the ground or the cement. While he did end up with a face, ears, and mouth full of dirt...and a sensitive reaction to the opiates and other drugs they put in his IV (mental note: drugs in Hubby=vomiting)...and saying some funny stuff to us while come out of the conscious sedation...I'm pretty sure he'll take all that instead of what could have happened!

So, please join us in praying for Curt's wrist surgery that is scheduled for today at 5pm. Pray that no trauma patients show up (which would bump his surgery back to tonight or tomorrow). Pray that he doesn't react to the meds like he did last night in the hospital. And pray that this surgery will fix everything and give a positive prognosis for him. If you know us, you know that we don't sit still very long - we run, bike, swim, hit baseballs in the yard with our kids almost every night, ride a motorcycle...and it will probably be difficult to do all that for a little while. :(

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Where have the past 18 1/2 years gone?! You may not understand how crazy this is to me. I still clearly remember (and for me, that's saying a lot) the day Meg was born. I was in 8th grade and got to stay home from school that day because my mom took my sister to the hospital in the night. I remember being up early, just waiting for that phone to ring...to hear whether or not I would get to hold and show off to my friends a baby boy or girl. The questions were answered when the phone rang shortly after 11:16am and my dad and I picked up different phones in the house to hear a baby crying in the background and my mom tell us we had a girl.

Yes, I said "we". Meagan has grown up around so many of us in our family, at different times in her life. Many of us had the privilege of feeding her, snuggling her to sleep at night, changing her diaper (yes, people...that can be a privilege!), putting her on the school bus, having deep conversations with her, and watching her grow into a beautiful, extremely smart, and much-loved young woman. Not only is she my sister's daughter, she is, in a way, part of all of us who helped play a role in raising her.

This day we honor you, my Meg...Happy Graduation Day to you. We are so, so proud of you and know you are going to do so much more in the years to come! Never forget where you came from, and know that you are loved!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

While Memorial Day weekend may have started out with a bloody head and a trip to the ER (see previous post), it turned out to be an enjoyable and memorable one.

The kiddos had a fantastic time with Nana and Papa (and got to see aunts and uncles), while Hubby and I took our first trip by ourselves in a severely long time. As in, we have never left both kids and went away (so that would be at least 3 years).

We were Boston-bound by 6am that Saturday morning:

Yes, on a motorcycle. And yes, that pack on the back is all that we took with us. It was a bit difficult for the planner/preparer in me to not take everything I could possibly need, but Hubby kept reminding me that there ARE stores in Boston in case we need to get medicine or Band-Aids. :)

Ahh, Boston...this was my first trip there (Hubby's second), and it was wonderful! For several weeks we were planning and talking about what to see, where to go, what to do...and we did it ALL. I mean, from Hopkinton to the North End to Downtown to Cambridge to Chinatown, we walked everywhere (including parts of the marathon course), rode the subway, ate the food, took in Harvard,

held a pastry box as if we were in an episode of Seinfeld,

(Cobblestone streets of the North End...don't you just love it?!)

loved the history,

and just took in the culture and beauty of the city. We laughed like kids again and enjoyed being together and talking...and actually got to finish conversations! This was surely a trip we'll never forget, and one that we will definitely do again.

But maybe in the car next time. I'm not so sure my back and bottom can handle another 5+ hour ride on a motorcycle. ;o)